"Yes, you will stay, and you will give me back the package for a day or two." He retreated to the trap and slid down it as quickly as a rat.

"Pleasant dreams to you, Nat, and--O, wait a minute!" Captain Plum could hear him pattering quickly over the floor below.

In a moment he was back, thrusting his white grimacing face through the trap and tossed something upon the bed.

"She left them last night, Nat.

Pleasant dreams, pleasant dreams," and he was gone.
Nathaniel turned to the bed and picked up a faded bunch of lilacs.